Before leaving, Wang Yue and the three apprentices all looked at Yun Ting with appreciation, and it could be seen that they were very satisfied with Yun Ting, very satisfied, which was known from the performance of the meal just now.

"Senior Brother Yunting, big brother, I'm still hungry, let's get some inventory." The princes of the Beacon Opera came to Yun Ting and looked at Yun Ting with those bright, resentful, and melancholy eyes.

It made Yun Ting's goosebumps rise all over his body, and his liver was beating, and it felt very strange to be looked at like this by a man. That is, Yun Ting will feel strange, and if he replaced someone else, he would have slapped him a long time ago, and he resolutely did not go along with his friends.

Yun Ting became interested, and in order to test the thickness of the Beacon Opera Princes' current skin, he took a deep breath, widened his eyes, and silently met the resentful eyes.

"The face of the demon is really thick!" Yun Ting's heart was wandering, he was quickly defeated, and his whole body was hairy, this kind of look was too lethal, especially for men, more lethal than women.

"Take it!" Quickly took out the grilled fish from the package and handed it to the princes of the Beacon Theater. Avoiding the hungry eyes like wolves and tigers, Yun Ting fled in the wilderness, not daring to look at the eyes of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera again, for fear that he would not be able to help but spit it out.

"Am I that terrible?" The princes of the Beacon Opera looked at Yun Ting's back and muttered to themselves in confusion. The princes of the Beacon Opera looked at the tempting grilled fish in front of them, and immediately put this question behind him, and began to eat the grilled fish.

The next time, Yun Ting got up, walked out of the room, and stretched his muscles very comfortably, and when he came back to his senses, Wang Yue had already appeared in front of him.

"Do you believe in the sword in your hand, or in your heart?"

Yun Ting smiled slightly and replied, "I believe in the sword in my hand, and I also believe in my own heart." The only difference between them is that the sword kills the enemy directly, leaving the enemy as a corpse. The heart, on the other hand, cannot kill the enemy right away, and may make itself a corpse, but it controls the sword. The heart and the sword, the sword and the heart, no one can do without the other, just like men and women. The combination of sword and heart, this is the way of the sword. ”

Wang Yuewuer smiled, still noncommittal, just stood quietly, looking at Yun Ting with those eyes as sharp as a sword.

"You and that Oneiroi machine, as well as Xiao Liu, are the most talented people I have ever seen, and they are also aliens, more talented than my five apprentices. Xiaoliu, I can trust it, and now you and I can trust it, so from this point of view, the Oneiroi machine can also be trusted. Therefore, I have decided to teach you what I have learned, without too much etiquette, and do whatever you want, and only hope that your sword will kill those who deserve to be killed, and not defile the sword in your hand. Wang Yue said lightly, but he didn't plan to teach Yunting swordsmanship now, and when he finished speaking, he left.

Yun Ting also has no sense of loss, Wang Yue will naturally teach when it is time to teach, why force something, just do whatever you want.

Picking up Chongwu, Yun Ting began to chop wood again, squandering his strength again and again, cutting down again and again, Yun Ting became more and more handy, and now he can be called a professional-level woodcutter.

Three days later, Wang Yue reappeared, saw the wood that was as high as a hill, and the clouds that were still chopping firewood, nodded slightly, and said: "In the future, you don't need to cut firewood, you can watch me practice swords here, and how much you can experience depends on your own." ”

"Little Liu, come here, come over with the Oneiroi machine." Wang Yue greeted.

When all three of them arrived, Wang Yue pulled out the iron sword at his waist, and with a clanging sound, the iron sword flashed with cold light, trembling non-stop. This iron sword has spirituality in Wang Yue's hands, and it feels like it is alive, with its own soul and its own thoughts.

Picking up a piece of wood with the tip of the sword, the wood flew into the air, Wang Yue moved the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was lightly clicked, and it was carved like a cloud of water. Each sword was very slow, so slow that the three of them could clearly capture Wang Yue's every movement, but it was fast, so fast that there were bursts of sawdust fluttering in the air, and the wooden strip had been carved out of a rudimentary shape. The extremes of the two speeds, contradictory but perfectly presented, make people feel right, and surprised.

Yun Ting only found out at this time that the Oneiroi Machine was holding a statue in his hand, but for some reason, it was not completed. Originally, with the knife of the Oneiroi machine, I wanted to carve a wooden carving, but it only took one or two hours, but now it has taken five days, and it has not been completed. What does this mean, it shows that the person who carved the Oneiroi machine is very important to him, so he can't carve it. In his previous life, he had never seen a Oneiroi machine carve a character, Yun Ting wanted to know, but he wouldn't ask, he would naturally know when he should know, and when he shouldn't, Oneiroi would not say when he died.

Just when Yun Ting had a flash of thought, when he came back to his senses, Wang Yue's sword had already carved the wooden strip into his own image, and it was only ten breaths now, so you can imagine how fast his sword was out.

"Look, how much you can get depends on your qualifications!" Wang Yue's sword turned into a network of light, intertwined with the wood carving, which turned into a piece of wood powder in an instant, and it was no longer possible to see its original appearance. Wang Yue began to dance the sword, the sword danced thousands, the sound of breaking the air and the sound of wind and thunder, even if you stood in the distance, you would be swept by the sword wind, and your skin would feel stinging. The sword dance is very gentle, but it does not lose the killing aura, which can make people feel the murderous aura of the battlefield, as well as the sword heart that supports the long sword.

"Walk with your heart, move your body with your spirit, and nourish your qi with your body. From the inside out, from the outside to the inside, it is the principle of the balance cycle of yin and yang, and the foundation of all things. It is that everyone needs to know the weight, the size, the square and the circle, distinguish the cold and the heat, check the movement and static, the body vertical and horizontal, the light and the dark, and explore the ......"

Wang Yue suddenly recited the song, and the three of them were stunned, and there were many places that they couldn't understand, or they didn't understand anything, but they didn't dare to let go of a word.

"Ding, the system prompts: Player Yun Ting has learned Wang Yue's heart trick."

There are auxiliary tools, and Yun Ting is naturally forcibly recorded word for word. But learning Wang Yue's trick in this way made Yun Ting have a very unreal feeling, and the system prompted it too sloppily, and there was no way to know it, which made this sense of unreality more and more serious.

Skill: Wang Yue's heart.

The painstaking work of Emperor Wang Yue will help players understand the mystery of Wang Yue's martial arts.

"It turned out to be an auxiliary exercise, but I thought it was a special skill. But then again, this feels like martial arts novels are teaching the mind, this is the Three Kingdoms, and it is also a mythologized Three Kingdoms...... Everything is possible, everything is unknown, and supercomputers can really do it. ”

Yun Ting sighed half-knowingly, quietly watching and listening to Wang Yue reciting while practicing, repeating it. Although the content is the same every time, the more Wang Yue reads it, the more esoteric it becomes, the more he reads it, the more confused it becomes, which makes Yun Ting feel like he has a headache, without saying a word, Yun Ting also followed Wang Yue to practice the sword, and the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera were not willing to be reluctant, so they picked up the wooden sword and began to dance, only the Dream God Machine stood aside, watching quietly, not knowing what to think.

After five days and ten days, Yun Ting ignored the outside world, followed Wang Yue to practice swordsmanship, and at the same time added his own understanding of swords, and gradually found a set of swordsmanship.

"Ding Dong, the player Yun Ting created and comprehended the thirteen swords (remnant)."

Skills: 13 Swords (Disabled), player-specific skills, active, no cooldown, self-judgment for consumption, self-judgment for damage. Wang Yue learned a hundred schools of swordsmanship, set up the sword path emperor, the player took its essence, plus their own comprehension and innovation, and created a sword method of 113 swords. Thirteen swords are stabbed out with extreme speed, and the enemy is dead if he does not die after the thirteen swords, and he is indomitable, domineering and heavy-handed. Since the player's swordsmanship needs to be refined, the thirteen swords are skills that can be grown and can be taught to others.

"Ding Dong, the player Yun Ting is the first player to create his own swordsmanship, and the system rewards him with two hundred points of prestige."

Yun Ting didn't hurry to express the emotions in his chest, and another world prompt appeared.

"Ding Dong, the player Oneiroi Machine is the first player to create his own knife technique, and the system rewards him with two hundred points of reputation."

Yun Ting turned around and saw the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera looking at him with a wooden sword with a resentful expression, and he knew what was going on, this guy must also have his own swordsmanship. However, Yun Ting was a little faster and grabbed the first place, which caused a resentful gaze in his eyes.

Yun Ting ignored it and began to dance with Wang Yue again, but it always felt cool behind him, and the wind was gusting, I don't know if it was due to the cold weather or the resentment of his eyes.

"I slash, I slash, slash slash! I'm stabbing! I'm stabbing! I'm a stinging sting! Behind the clouds, the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera kept muttering, and the wooden swords in their hands turned into invisible shadows, slashing or stabbing or picking, killing the clouds in his imagination. This sword of resentment will not stop now!